Deck the halls with boughs of holly
'Tis the season to be jolly
(Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
(Fa-la-la-la-la)
Oh yeah (la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)
I say
'Tis the season to be jolly
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
(Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Don we now our gay apparel
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Troll the ancient Yule-tide carol
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
(Fa-la-la-la-la)
Oh yeah (la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)
See the blazing Yule before us
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
(Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Strike the harp and join the chorus
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
(Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Come on
Follow we in merry measure
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
While I tell the Christmas treasure
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
(Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
'Tis the season to be jolly
(Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabelle
Bring a torch, to the cradle run
This is Jesus, good folk of the village
Christ is born, and Mary calls you
Ah, ah, lovely is the mother
Ah, ah, lovely is the child
It is wrong when the babe's sleeping
It is wrong to cry so loud
Quiet now, as you near the cradle
Not a sound, His dream's disturbing
Hush! hush! see Him so gently sleeping
Hush! hush! smiling He sleeps and dreams
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